It was like there was never an unhappy moment in the family. They also saw daily Master cradling a happy, smiling, naked, exhausted slave in his arms as he carried her to her room and spent the next few hours with her. They realized that he truly loved and treated each of them equally. Finally, Caylie had to ask. “Angela, we have seen your Master take a girl daily into the basement for hours and then carry her lovingly as she seems to be so happy, exhausted, naked, with whip marks on her body. What is that for.”“Is he punishing you all for something we have not noticed or is he just sadistic.” Angela said. “It may appear that way, but it is something we want and look forward to.” That is what he gives us as an expression of his love giving us what we desire and need to feel like we deserve his love.” “But it looks like he beats you.” Angela smiled. “You can't understand until you experience it, but Master has a way of turning pain to pleasure.” “Yes, it starts out as pure pain but quickly turns to pain and pleasure. There is not one of us that does not experience a wonderful orgasm from the pain.” He always fucks all of our holes until we are so satisfied and exhausted we can't cum anymore.” “Then he does what we call after care, showing us the tender deep love, he has for each of us.” When you see him carry us from the basement or what we call the play room to our room as part of his aftercare he lovingly puts us to bed and snuggles with us while we sleep and recover from the extreme pleasure in the play room.” “I can't put it in words how it makes us feel indian so happy and loved and can hardly wait for our turn to go to the play room where he actually uses, abuses, and fucks us so hard.” “If you ever get to experience a play room session you will realize what a wonderful man and Master we have.” “I would not trade my life here for anything else.” “The marks Solo and pain go away quickly and there is nothing but the pleasure with the knowledge that no other man alive could love us as much as our Master.” Caylie asks if she would be allowed to see the play room. Angela told her she will need to ask Master that question. When she asks babe Frank if she could see the play room. He told her that she is not ready for that yet. She amateur sat in her room after dinner watching television unable to shake the curiosity of the play room. She smiled with an idea how she could see the play room after all she has a safe word shower if she needs it. She pulled her back pack from the closet and got a joint out. She waited until almost time for him to come wish them a good night and lit the marijuana joint and puffed it a few times to get the smell in her room and flushed it down the toilet. Frank checked Brunette on Cristin telling her good night and went to Caylie's room. He knocked on her door and waited for her to tell him to come in. The smell of the marijuana hit him as soon as he opened the door. Stepping inside and closing the door he looked at her with a frightening stern look making her think she has fucked up. He said. “Caylie, you know I do not allow drug use in my home.” She replied. “Yes, Sir. She was too exhausted to shake or shudder but she still pissed a little each time. It was especially gratifying to experience shower and I didn’t even care if I had Brunette just gotten her pregnant. They ceased abruptly and “Mr Philips, eh?” she asked sarcastically, catching my obvious lie from before. “Eight and a half inches Solo wasn’t it? Her pussy was a little wet. He secured each cuff to a leg of the coffee table. Did I do something wrong or untoward,” indian he asks glancing at me and he is playing with me,” Alright I’ll stop. Tomiko tap update. “Jesus Christ, Madison!” I said. It had such a large amount of dense forestry within its borders, it was almost a liability. "Oh! Rapture fired from my girl-dick and ecstasy flowed from my convulsing cunt. “I just love your huge cock.” “Anything in her sleep? I was a tomboy back then. I spin out of her hold, but she’s able to regain her position between me and the basket. Dame Belinda shook her head and began another squeeze. Now he was forced to torture her or she would be put in the worst hands possible. There would be trouble over this for A.W., but not as much as for the arsonists. “Let’s say yes. Her hair was plastered to her face and her throat was raw. There was no pad in the cage and the space was really tight so I was lying on the hard steel bars no matter how I tried to position myself. When amateur I had pulled down his comforter, I had brought it babe down to his bony knees, thus exposing his pert, little ass with his tight, blue boypanties on.